Aiden has been playing with the basketball hoop every single day since Christmas. Seven months of daily practice, and his accuracy has improved from approximately two percent to approximately fifteen percent, which in toddler basketball is exponential growth. He shoots left-handed, which I noticed this week and which made me wonder if he is left-handed generally (he eats with his right, draws with his left, throws with his left — the kid is ambidextrous, which in basketball terms is a gift). I am coaching him without calling it coaching. I show him how to position his feet. I show him how to use his legs, not just his arms. I show him how to follow through. I am careful — so careful — not to push. I suggest. I demonstrate. I celebrate. I do not demand. Whatever Aiden becomes, it will be his choice, not my redemption.
The plant ran smooth this week. Overtime on Saturday. I brought gumbo to the breakroom — a full pot, reheated in the microwave, served with rice in Styrofoam bowls. Fourteen guys on my shift ate it. Three asked for the recipe. Two asked if I sell food. The seed that Jerome planted is getting watered by other people, and I keep brushing it off because the idea of selling food is ludicrous for a man who learned to cook two years ago. But the reactions are real. The food is connecting with people. Something is happening.
Brianna started a new hair client — a woman from the apartment next door who wants box braids every three weeks. That is recurring income: eighty dollars every twenty-one days. It is not a salary. But it is something Brianna built with her own hands, and the building matters as much as the income.
Sunday dinner was liver and onions. Dad's favorite. I ate my single obligatory piece and filled up on mashed potatoes and Mama's gravy, which could make a shoe taste good. Aiden refused the liver outright, standing behind my chair for the duration, treating the dish like a personal threat. Zaria, eleven months, ate pureed carrots and seemed unbothered. The Carter family's relationship with liver: Dad loves it, everyone else tolerates it, and Mama makes it because marriage is sacrifice.
The gumbo got the most attention, but Sunday dinner — liver and onions, Dad’s dish, Mama’s gravy, the whole Carter ritual — reminded me that some recipes aren’t about performance. They’re about continuity. Brunswick Stew sits in that same territory for me: it’s a big pot of something that tastes like it has a history, the kind of thing you bring somewhere and people lean in before they even see what it is. If the gumbo planted a seed, this is the recipe I’d bring next Saturday to water it.
Brunswick Stew
Prep Time: 25 min | Cook Time: 1 hr 30 min | Total Time: 1 hr 55 min | Servings: 10
Ingredients
- 2 lbs boneless, skinless chicken thighs
- 1 lb smoked pulled pork (or leftover cooked pork shoulder)
- 1 can (28 oz) crushed tomatoes
- 1 can (15 oz) diced tomatoes with juice
- 2 cups frozen corn kernels
- 2 cups frozen baby lima beans
- 1 1/2 cups chicken broth
- 1 medium yellow onion, diced
- 3 cloves garlic, minced
- 2 tablespoons Worcestershire sauce
- 2 tablespoons apple cider vinegar
- 1 tablespoon brown sugar
- 1 tablespoon hot sauce (adjust to taste)
- 1 teaspoon smoked paprika
- 1/2 teaspoon black pepper
- 1/2 teaspoon salt, or to taste
- 2 tablespoons vegetable oil
Instructions
- Sear the chicken. Heat oil in a large Dutch oven or heavy-bottomed pot over medium-high heat. Season chicken thighs with salt, pepper, and smoked paprika, then sear 4–5 minutes per side until golden. Remove and set aside — it will finish cooking in the stew.
- Soften the aromatics. Reduce heat to medium. Add diced onion to the same pot and cook 5–6 minutes until softened, scraping up any browned bits from the bottom. Add garlic and cook 1 minute more until fragrant.
- Build the base. Stir in crushed tomatoes, diced tomatoes, and chicken broth. Add Worcestershire sauce, apple cider vinegar, brown sugar, and hot sauce. Stir to combine.
- Simmer with the chicken. Return seared chicken thighs to the pot. Bring to a gentle boil, then reduce heat to low, cover, and simmer 40 minutes until chicken is fully cooked and tender.
- Shred and add the pork. Remove chicken and shred with two forks, then return to the pot. Add pulled pork and stir to incorporate both meats evenly into the stew.
- Add the vegetables. Stir in frozen corn and lima beans. Simmer uncovered for 20–25 minutes, stirring occasionally, until the stew thickens and the vegetables are tender.
- Taste and adjust. Check seasoning — add more salt, hot sauce, or a splash of vinegar as needed. The stew should be thick, smoky, and a little tangy. Serve hot, straight from the pot.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 310 | Protein: 28g | Fat: 9g | Carbs: 28g | Fiber: 5g | Sodium: 580mg
About the cook who shared this
DeShawn Carter
Week 120 of DeShawn’s 30-year story
· Detroit, Michigan
DeShawn is a thirty-six-year-old single dad, auto plant worker, and a man who didn't learn to cook until his wife left and his five-year-old asked, "Daddy, can you cook something?" He called his mama, who came over with two bags of groceries and spent six months teaching him the basics. Now he's the dad at the cookout who brings the ribs, the guy at the plant whose leftover gumbo starts fights, and living proof that it's never too late to learn.